I DON'T WANT TO JOIN THE ARMY.

I don't want to join the army, I don't want to go to war,
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground,
Livin' off the earnings of a high born lady
I don't want a bayonet up me a**e 'ole,
I don't want me b*ll**ks shot away,
I'd rather stay in England, in merry, merry England,
and fornicate me f**kin' life away.

On Monday I touched her on the ankle,
Tuesday I touched her on her knee,
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress,
On Thursday I saw it, gor blimey,
On Friday I put me 'and upon it,
On Saturday I took her out to tea,
On Sunday after supper, I whopped me f****r up her,
an' now I'm payin' forty bob a week!
Gor blimey,

repeatfirst verse -as dolefully as possible!

I don't want to join the army...
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